Morrigan's Hounds
Be sure your deeds do not awaken,
The Morrigan and her hellhounds,
As then, your soul is forsaken!
So deep within conscious abyss,
Where the secrets of dreams reside,
Devoid of innocent remiss.
Avenging huntress comes alive,
With straining hounds that call the night
As she seeks who cannot survive.
Her eyes are watching from the gate,
And piercing through a moonless night,
She sees the souls poisoned with hate.
Retribution comes from her hand,
On hearts corrupted by the lies,
Keeping pure Avalon’s land!
Form: Enclosed Triplets
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